Page 11 of Keeping What's Mine


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We always did.

I give myself up to it. I play with my own nipples, letting him seize my hips and pull them toward himself, stroking my inner walls over and over with his hard shaft, just the speed I need. I can feel my third orgasm of the night approaching fast. When he uses one thumb to rub at my clit, it hits me like a freight train, and I almost scream with the sensation of satisfaction. The relief of it.

He groans loud, his hips smacking into mine and pressing hard as he finds his own release, the hot ropes of seed bathing my channel.

I’ve missed this. I’ve missed him.

After he gets his breath back, he pulls me up into his arms. “I’ve missed you,” he says into my ear. “Oh sweetheart, how much I’ve missed you. Come to bed.”

It still doesn’t fix anything, but at least I know: we’ve still got that physical connection.

Still that, at least.

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